"I don't believe that anyone who could see you as boring, Mr. Graham, knows you very well at all. Of course -- it's nearly eight o'clock, I suppose that I should see to some breakfast myself. If you'd like, I've a rather good recipe for scramble." He offers. "In any event, I wish the three of you a more pleasant afternoon. We ought to get a deal of sun in later, despite the cold."

Albus moves to leave, tipping his head one last time to the larger dog.